Loving the Liar (Silver Falls University #1)

Prologue

Ella

Taste of Metal - Henry Morris

T he bloodcurdling scream of someone being murdered is like nothing I’ve heard before.

During those long, horrifying seconds, only the sounds and smells stick with me.

The gasping of her emptying lungs. How she chokes on her blood with dire gurgling noises I will never forget.

Blood smells strong. So strong I can practically taste it in my mouth, dying along with her as crimson liquid spills from her lips. A cough and it splatters on my face.

The images don’t stay. They’re flashes of blurriness my brain already tries to erase. To protect me from.

She’s on the ground. I know she is because I am too, kneeling next to her on the forest soil.

She’s dying.

There’s mud and blood in her black hair. That I notice. And her hands come to scratch her throat, her bloody lips. She’s ripping into her skin, coughing over and over again.

She’s dead before I get myself out of the haze .

I can already see the headlines.

College queen bee turns out to be a murderer.

Is this how I’ll go down? For the murder of the woman who had become my ex’s new girlfriend?

What was the point of becoming picture-perfect, of being the popular, flawless girl if my downfall all comes down to this? The murder of my enemy.

My left fist tightens around the note in my hand, hopelessness growing within me.

It’s just a tiny, bloody, ripped piece of paper carrying simple words.

Victory belongs to the most persevering.